Waking Yesterday was one of those days......the kind of day you only wanna watch the news hoping and praying that something good will come of the tragedy. Of course it didn't happen and after a few hours of watching the news I experienced overload. To add to the joy of the day my youngest brother called to say that he's off to the middle east, can't say where, can't say when he'll be back. He's in the Marines/C.I.A, and with the drama of the day, the impending war the day was overload indeed. I said my goodbyes and told him I was proud of him and that I loved him, when I heard him crying....dayum.....I started crying too. We hung up, I cried some more.....mostly because... I couldn't stop. Everything is so......garbly in me head. So, I decide to watch a comedy and help shake off the funk. All the sudden a knock on my door...."Hi, I'm from Potter's House", she hands me a flyer and I'm thinking.."wtf". She was pretty in a bohemian girl with a nice smile, she then asked if anyone had shared Jesus with me. I hand her flyer back to her, smile and said, "I've had Jesus already, nice fella a little on the clingy side though, thanks for stopping by". I shut the door, numb and unwilling to deal with the rest of the day. I made some poptarts and ate them while I half heartedly rode my recumbent bicycle, you feel less guilty eating pop tarts while exercising, works for me at least. I watched a bunch of lame movies, which incidently are a day late now......whoopie, love me some late fee's. Anyhooooo, since I had such a hard work out swallowing my poptarts I decided to have a few beers.....couldn't even catch a buzz....tried chatting.....uneventful......eventually I finished my book and started a new one..A Conferacy Of Dunces, should be good, hell the man killed himself before it was even published it must be good. I went to bed early......emotionally exhausted......tired......and bitchy, the usual. Some Saturdays were made for drama methinks.